Showing off her new pet

Marcus crawled miserably after Irena, his hands and knees rubbing along the grass and that awful fluffy tail wiggling behind his butt. Around him, the huntress camp was buzzing with activity, as the leather-armored women bustled about setting up tents and carrying supplies. He couldn't help but notice too, the groups of huntresses patrolling the outskirts of the camp, bows at the ready in their hands. Even if his Mother and Uncle Gaius did somehow manage to gather an army and catch up with them, there was no way they were taking these women by surprise.

Irena paused by the last wagon, the one that had all the men shackled to it in lines. Some were still there, panting hard and bent-double with exhaustion, their skin marked with red welts where the whips of the huntresses had driven them on. Too tired and afraid to even think of fighting, no doubt just as Irena intended. As Marcus cowered behind the queen's leg, a pair of her huntresses strode up and unfastened the chain of a young guard near the back. They **** him to his knees, then dragged him along with them by the neck as they moved back into the camp, the man struggling to keep up as he crawled exhaustedly after them. The young prince whimpered in horror.

"I bet my little bunny's glad he didn't get put with the other male animals now." Irena said above him, like she'd read his thoughts. "Don't worry, I know you're too fragile for such rough treatment. Good little pets like you need a gentler hand, and it'll stay that way so long as you keep being nice and obedient to your Mistress." Marcus sniffled hoarsely. She spoke gently, but the threat was still clear. Either he behaved the way she wanted, or else he'd get a chain of his own and have to run behind the wagons like these other poor people. That was **** at all. At least his Father wasn't here to see him groveling at the feet of the woman who abused them both out of nothing more than cowardice. The King would be so disappointed in him, again.

He crawled awkwardly after her again as she strode back into the camp. The huntresses they passed smiled and nodded to Irena, while giving him lingering, hungry looks that made him want to cower and hide. He could almost deal with being naked and crawling everywhere, even the horrible thing jammed in his butt, if only no-one else would see. The way these women leered at him made his stomach turn.

At the middle of the camp, there were a few large fires burning, with meat looted from the castle stores roasting in the flames. Most of the huntresses were here, sitting in the grass or on benches and eating their fill while chattering lightly to each other. They seemed to be in high spirits, and the bits of conversation Marcus could hear as he crawled behind Irena's legs seemed to focus largely on what they planned to do with the male prisoners they'd taken. Some of the things they said sounded so horrible, the young prince found himself cowering closer to Irena. She might have beaten him raw with a riding crop, but at least she hadn't made him pull a cart while whipping him, or put a piece of raw ginger in his butt just to see him squirm.

Irena headed over to one of the benches, where the women sitting there instantly moved over to make room for her. Sitting down on one end, she beckoned Marcus with a finger and pointed between her legs. Head bowed so he didn't have to see the mocking faces of the others, the young prince crawled to where she'd told him.

"Sit" She snapped. Marcus obediently planted his butt on the grass, wincing as that jostled the tail plug still shoved up there. It was a little shocking how used to the horrid thing he already was, but whenever it moved around it made his butt clench on the hard ivory and sent those same hot, tingling feelings through his belly. He bit his lip, struggling to think of anything but the throbbing pressure in his guts to stop his dick getting hard again.

Above him, Irena was already talking lightly to her fellow huntresses. One of the woman handed her a plate of meat and vegetables as they congratulated her on the victory, but she just shook her head and suggested it was the bravery of her huntresses who'd really won the day. It was all a little strange to see, so much so that the young prince forgot his sorry situation for a few moments. His Father would never have sat amongst the guards like this. The King preferred the company of his nobles and courtiers and had told Marcus it was unseemly for a royal to associate too closely with commoners.

Sitting down between Irena's legs, Marcus was **** to sit silently for a long while and listen as these horrible woman gleefully chattered about the destruction of his home, boasting about the prisoners they'd taken and the shots they'd made with their bows. He could smell the food they were eating, his empty belly rumbling and twisting itself into painful knots at the crisp scent of spit-roasted pork. Irena had given him nothing to eat all day and now she just ignored him while scarfing down what seemed like the most delicious meal he'd ever smelt. The young prince sniffled wetly. Now he really did feel like a pet. Just ignored like some annoying puppy when his owner wasn't using him for her own amusement.

"Your male's looking rather miserable down there, my Queen." One of the other huntresses said suddenly. Marcus froze, his tear-filled gaze flickering up to her. The girl sitting two down from Irena, a brunette maybe a few years older than he was and quite pretty too. As he stared up at her, she gave him a little wave with her hand, her full lips curling into a shockingly sympathetic smile.

"He's had a bit of a rough day." Irena replied. Marcus squeaked in shock as her hand landed on his head, but she didn't hit or grab him. Instead, her fingers gently stroked through his silver hair, teasing at the strands.

"He's so pretty." The brunette huntress sighed, her eyes moving down the young prince's naked body. "I've never seen one quite that cute before." There were murmurs of agreement from the others, and Marcus found himself blushing red-hot. He'd never had so many woman staring at him before, least of all when he wasn't wearing any clothes! And she'd called him cute and pretty! That was almost as embarrassing as the way she was staring at him.

"Yeah, I've wanted him for a while, if I'm being honest. Maybe even as much as his Father." Irena continued stroking him as she spoke, her callused fingers caressing his forehead in a way that was somehow quite soothing. Marcus was still frozen, his belly twisting in knots, but it got a little harder to focus on how ashamed and miserable he was while she was touching him so gently. "Figured it was just because of who his Mother is, but the little bunny's starting to grow on me. He knows to do as he's told, not like most males. And it turns out he's got quite the talented tongue."

"Now I know I'll have to borrow him for a night!" The brunette exclaimed. There were rough chuckles from the other huntresses at that. Marcus didn't think his blush could get any worse, but it did, spreading right to his neck and ears. He couldn't help but imagine the pretty girl forcing him between her legs like Irena had just last night. Or maybe even making him lick her butt too! Just the thought made him shiver, as warm and naughty tingles fluttered through his belly towards his twitching dick. The last thing he wanted was to get a boner now, while all these horrible women were staring and laughing at him!

Apparently satisfied they'd humiliated him enough, the huntresses went back to chatting to each other. Irena was quiet though, just continuing to stroke him gently. Then she reached down with her other hand, holding it in front of his mouth. Between her fingers was a piece of carrot from her plate.

"Eat, little bunny." She murmured gently above him. Marcus was so hungry he didn't even think about what he was doing. Instead he just leant forward and took the carrot from her hand, munching it down eagerly. He did the same as she offered him more, simple vegetables each time, but to the starving prince they tasted just delicious all the same. Soon he found himself eagerly and impatiently awaiting the next little piece whenever she paused. It was only when his tongue brushed over her fingers as he plucked another carrot from her hand and he tasted her skin again, that he realized just what was going on here. She was feeding him table scraps like a pet! Just how his Father used to toss chunks of meat to the hunting dogs at a feast. The thought made him blush all over again. What could he do though? He was hungry, and this seemed like the only food he was going to get. "Good boy." Irena purred above him, rubbing gently at his hair again. When another piece of chopped lettuce appeared in front of him, clutched in her fingers, Marcus found he couldn't even refuse. Instead, he lent forward and took it in his lips, chewing and swallowing food given from the hand of the woman who'd captured and abused him.